39* " I recollect," her husband responded, " and that day he worked hard in the field as air man could." " I n'er seen one so young study so on salvation. Goen on twenty-four." " A ring-tail fer work," Willie Proudfit said. Sylvestus never came back up the bluff, but every baking day Sissie brought him a couple of rolls wrapped in a piece of white cloth. She would never sit down and he was never able to engage her in conversation. She would stand, holcjing her hands clasped together at the level of her waist, as was her habit, and watch him while he ate the bread. She always watched him until he had eaten the last crumb, and then, always, she left him. He would thank her, or sometimes would say, " Why don't you sit down and talk to me, Sissie?" But it was always the same: one instant she was there, with her dark eyes unwaveringly watching him while he put the last fragment to his lips, and the next instant, suddenly, she was gone. Only one time, toward the end of his stay at the Proudfit place, did she wait after he had finished eating the bread. He asked her to sit down, but she did not reply, only shaking her head. When he raised his face from the spring, after drinking, she stooped to pick up the little square of white cloth, and smoothing and folding it in her hands, she said, " Mr. Perse-----" "Yes, Sissie?3' "Mr. Perse"—and she paused, smoothing the cloth— "Aunt Dellie, she said they's word yore wife's had a little baby." "That's true," Mr. Munn replied. "Hit's a little boy," she added, "ain't hit?" "Yes, Sissie." She laid the cloth between the palms of her hands, and held it there. Then she asked, "What's hit's name?" "I don't know," he said. She looked at him for a moment, and then, without a word was gone.